Meet the Artists
December 27, 2017
When in doubt, I grab space and speak from what's within,
Then re-enter the motion state in self-assurance.
I feel myself when I write
And when life goes left,
I step out then back to visualize what's left.
Then in the blank, I project what will be next.
I fill myself when I write.
Every night, I agitate the waters
To wake up the rivers of wisdom.
Waves rush to its own system,
Flowing through each vein, combining them,
Forming what seems to be one enchanted ocean.
While in rest,
I was born to breed and to cut the seams on niggas.
To unleash the leech.
Our competitors leaked into our ears and eyes to suck out our soul and pride.
To pry their wants and why's into our lives.
I have been created to rip out centuries of lies my niggas have accepted as life.
Lies raised by false imperials, persistent with their purpose for us to mimic them.
So our mirrors bend images,
Only relaying messages inserted by those who transgressed against us.
To control a game they inve...
The vibrations of its rhythm rang towards me, then sang to me.
It started taming me, then transferred me.
In the middle of the floor is where I approached its boldness.
Vaguely, I remember the words.
How vividly I recall the motions.
In its sway, I heard motives
And in that moment, I was open.
Sipping every bit of passing potions.
We run past precautions
As our passion now boosted.
Beats match, hearts both booming.
We are pull into each other.
Forming lasting bonds throu...
December 16, 2017
Last night I put the devil on a treadmill
Today I poured a bottle of D'usse down the toilet before me and my mans could absorb it
Saw his soul short circuit it must of hurt him/he asked me
"Why you just lush 250 down for no reason?"
Nigga, I said last night I put the devil on a treadmill
I started exercising my demons
It wasn't 'til then I realized that these men I spent most of my time with were blinding,
False prophets who lived off the promise of security through comfortability,
December 15, 2017
I was drop behind enemy lines
Now I'm Lt. Chris Burnett with less of a shine
trying to find my way outside these trenches
Odds stack against me because of the way my skin was painted
My mutation... is picture perfect ain't it?
Orlando Bowen, black in a snap they won't hesitate to frame it
What a shame now I'm shade shaking like I'm scared of the dark
As I open my heart to show you
I'm not who should scare you at night when you walk
But still I crawl
Hoodie on as I hide in the shadows
Focus on the pattern
Girl watches mother beg father to stay, father leaves mother
Father comes back with a bag of lies that mother buys
Girl learns new norm
Girl finds boy, boy promise to love her forever
Forever last for a couple of mins, he breaks the lock to get to her treasure and runs off like a bandit
Abandoning his word he soon drowns in guilt
While girl is left to melt leaving only a shell of herself
So she starts selling herself
I have hand picked you to fill your life and substance inside of my empty shell
I am a man whose been chosen
And who's choosing to be lead
In realization that my knowledge is limited but my power sees no end.
What We Have In Common
March 17, 2018
I Belong To The Ones Created For Battle